parul

painted with whatever darkness the nights embody

[frailbug]

you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way

[mournfulroses]

Odysseus Elytis, from The Collected Poems of Odysseus Elytis; "Seven Nocturnal Septachis,"

[havingapoemwithyou]

Goatsong by Leila Chatti

[diaryyun]

[inneroptics]

Noémie Gouda

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

Talking Dirty to the Gods, ‘Castrato’ by Yusef Komunyakaa

[ID: hymns die on my tongue / Before they can heal.]

[soracities]

Eavan Boland, “A Woman Painted on a Leaf”

[Text ID: “I want a poem I can grow old in. I want a poem I can die in.”]

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[doeyedangel]

Sigh it’s so hard being so gorgeous/ugly, funny/annoying, an angel/the most horrible person alive, so lovable/the unwanted friend in the group, perfect/severely mentally ill, etc.

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from “And What Good Will Your Vanity Be When The Rapture Comes”

[stylecouncil]

[holycalf]

when fiona apple asked “how can i ask anyone to love me when all i do is beg to be left alone”. well i have not found an answer but if anyone else has lmk

[weltenwellen]

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

[lunamonchtuna]

— Sylvia Plath, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956 (via lunamonchtuna)

[mothprincess]

Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

[quotespile]

“Bullshit reigns.”

— Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities